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So I'm feeling extremely feisty lately and I'm not really sure why.
I think I'm just ready to get out of here and go back to Scranton. I want to see my house and my room and my new housemates. I want to spend time with my friends which is something I've missed out on yet again as soon as the YMCA started up.
YMCA was alright.. I mean it was completely fake but it always is. On the plus side I'm feeling extremely strong and I haven't felt this way in a long time. Although this is kinda making me feel like if I was around people I would be too wild, for right now it's just what I needed. I needed to feel like I just don't give a shit again for a little while. I needed to feel like I actually meant it when I said that I don't give a shit.
That's exactly how I feel right now.
My fingers are extremely out of practice and are starting to hurt a little bit because I'm typing like a madwoman for some reason.. I guess I'll be in for a rude awakening when I have to start writing 10 page papers again soon, aye? Maybe it's just my dad's keyboard.
I still don't know if I should change my major.
YProm was pretty fun yesterday. I felt pretty good about my dress and extremely good about my shoes and I danced with some people I never thought I would dance with which was pretty funny.
Sommmeee people got a little raunchy out there on the floor and it just made me angry because well we were at a staff party dammit! Nobody takes the time to think. Although the entire staff at the YMCA is pretty cool (most of us anyway) I wouldn't want to be dancing that way in front of Donnax2 and Debbie...and Mary!! I mean let's get real here-they pay us.
I'm not even sure what I'm writing about I really just felt like I needed to type anything and this is my place to do that.
I really need to pack my room.
It has everything I own on visible on the floor minus the rug...and thats not good.
Maybe I should get out of here and go home.
I'll probably just read
I think I'm just ready to get out of here and go back to Scranton. I want to see my house and my room and my new housemates. I want to spend time with my friends which is something I've missed out on yet again as soon as the YMCA started up.
YMCA was alright.. I mean it was completely fake but it always is. On the plus side I'm feeling extremely strong and I haven't felt this way in a long time. Although this is kinda making me feel like if I was around people I would be too wild, for right now it's just what I needed. I needed to feel like I just don't give a shit again for a little while. I needed to feel like I actually meant it when I said that I don't give a shit.
That's exactly how I feel right now.
My fingers are extremely out of practice and are starting to hurt a little bit because I'm typing like a madwoman for some reason.. I guess I'll be in for a rude awakening when I have to start writing 10 page papers again soon, aye? Maybe it's just my dad's keyboard.
I still don't know if I should change my major.
YProm was pretty fun yesterday. I felt pretty good about my dress and extremely good about my shoes and I danced with some people I never thought I would dance with which was pretty funny.
Sommmeee people got a little raunchy out there on the floor and it just made me angry because well we were at a staff party dammit! Nobody takes the time to think. Although the entire staff at the YMCA is pretty cool (most of us anyway) I wouldn't want to be dancing that way in front of Donnax2 and Debbie...and Mary!! I mean let's get real here-they pay us.
I'm not even sure what I'm writing about I really just felt like I needed to type anything and this is my place to do that.
I really need to pack my room.
It has everything I own on visible on the floor minus the rug...and thats not good.
Maybe I should get out of here and go home.
I'll probably just read